Chapter 242

Half an hour later, more than 40 items have been sold below, but most of them are antique calligraphy and paintings, and the price is basically hundreds of millions. Now Wang Zheng knows why it takes at least tens of billions to participate in the black market. Tens of billions are nothing here.

"Dad, have we got what we want to buy?" just as Wang Zheng was chatting with the old man next to him, a young man in his early twenties came in from the door with a red chain on his wrist. When he saw the chain, Wang Zheng felt breathless pressure.

"The treasure in the door?" Wang Zheng looked at the red chain and muttered to himself. The old man next to him found Wang Zheng's strange look. His eyes changed slightly and returned to normal.

"Jay, don't be so anxious. That thing should be the second to last. If you're interested in what comes out now, go and buy it."

The young man looked at the antique calligraphy and painting bidding outside and shook his head with disgust: "it's all some garbage. Only those laymen downstairs can see it."

"Hehe, some people always think too highly of themselves." when they heard the words disdained by young people, the old man sitting next to Wang Zheng was unhappy. He pretended to chat with Wang Zheng. Wang Zheng frowned. The old man himself provoked people and had to pull himself into the water.

Before Wang Zheng spoke, the young man looked at the old man. He had to say that the old man's dress and temperament didn't look like people from the background.

"Half of a bad old man is in the soil. He dares to talk nonsense here." the young man sneered at the old man. In his eyes, it seemed that everyone was mole ants. Even the king looked uncomfortable.

"No big or small, I really don't know how your parents taught you." the old man snorted coldly and stared at the young man. As for the young man's grandfather, the old man didn't pay attention to his current expression.

"What are you talking about? An old thing is barking here. The black market is getting worse and worse. How can anyone send it here to sit." the young man's grandfather's skin is dry and wrinkled, his eyes are turbid yellow, and his breathing is heavy. It seems that he is almost dead.

Looking at the old man who couldn't speak and could only stare, Wang Zheng couldn't help but utter a word. After talking with the old man for a long time, he felt that he was still a very good man. At this time, he should help him.

"The old man, you'd better save your breath. It's time to look like you. I'm afraid it's for Millennium ginseng this time. However, I still want to remind you that the medicine of Millennium ginseng is too strong for you. Don't be washed to death by the medicine at that time." Wang Zheng narrowed his eyes and whispered to the Lord and sun.

Originally, Wang Zheng was just a kind reminder. Who knew this would become a malicious curse when it fell in the ears of both ye and sun. The young man patted the table directly, pointed to Wang Zheng's nose and scolded: "where are you from, a dog, who dares to curse my grandpa here. I know more about the medicine of Millennium ginseng than you do. I don't need you to say whether it is suitable for my grandpa!"

"A man who serves us dares to speak wildly here. It seems that he doesn't have to come here after the black market. What he meets is all kinds of disappointing scum!" Wang Zheng's words really angered both ye and sun. Even the old man scolded regardless of his image. This time, he transferred more than 20 billion yuan from the group for the sake of a millennium ginseng plant, Who knows, some people are jealous before they buy anything.

Wang Zheng had a good intention, but he was scolded bloody. No one was willing to change, not to mention Wang Zheng.

"Isn't it a foreigner? Don't think you have capital to shout here with a broken rope in your hand." Wang Zheng glanced at the young man next to him and sneered.

The young man's expression on his face was slightly stiff when he heard Wang Zheng talking about Huawai. He didn't expect that Wang Zheng was also a member of the sect, and he could see at a glance that the magic weapon in his hand should not be the disciple at the bottom. The red chain in his hand was a lot of price paid by the family.

Anyway, it's not a good choice to provoke fellow disciples outside the sect, so the young man just kept silent and asked, "I don't know which sect you belong to, maybe we'll still be together."

"Together?" Wang Zheng looked at the young man in front of him with a smile. Although the red chain in the young man's hand is extraordinary, it really doesn't matter in the gas source. Moreover, most of the people in the gas source first cultivate their mind and then practice. There is no such unrivaled virtue of the young man in front of them. At least the gas source also belongs to the giant level in China.

Seeing Wang Zheng's mocking eyes, the young man was slightly angry. They are famous in the northwest. Wang Zheng's eyes made him feel humiliated.

"Since you don't want to report yourself to the mountain gate, something unpleasant will happen at that time. I hope you don't go back and complain." the young man's face cooled down and his tone began to become stiff, without the politeness just now.

"Whatever." Wang Zheng replied. Xue Zheng, who was next to him, pointed to the chalcedony being sold and shouted, "Wang Yu, the chalcedony you want!"

Wang Zheng was stunned. When he saw Xue Zheng winking at him, he immediately understood that this guy was going to do something bad. However, Wang Zheng was happy to play. Anyway, it seemed all right to sit here.

"At last, the price is quite good." the sale just outside is a blood drop of chalcedony. It is the essence of the bloodstain stone after thousands of years of precipitation. It is not a small help for those who are just beginning to cultivate their physical quality, but it has no effect on what Wang has done.

"One billion." the selling price of blood drop chalcedony is 950 million, and Wang Zheng's mouth is 50 million. The young man sitting aside sneered. As an expert who has cultivated internal Qi, he certainly knows the role of blood drop chalcedony. Wang Zheng's urgent purchase of chalcedony is estimated to be a novice. Since he is a novice, he has nothing to care about.

"1.1 billion!" the young man opened his mouth, and the old man sitting on the side didn't speak. Wang Zheng's "goodwill" reminder just now made him feel very unhappy. It's a good choice for more than a dozen billion to see Wang Zheng's angry expression.

"1.15 billion."

"1.2 billion!"

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After a series of price calls, the direct price of blood drop chalcedony soared to 1.8 billion. Wang Zheng's face gradually showed an anxious look on the sofa. Xue Zheng on one side patted his thigh very cooperatively, pointed to the young man's nose and cursed: "do you have to do this?"

"Damage? I also want this blood drop chalcedony. Here is who has the money to buy things. If you don't have the money, leave as soon as possible to avoid humiliation!" in fact, 1.8 billion has exceeded the psychological price of young people. If Wang Zheng continues to bid, he plans to give up, and the price has been raised almost.

"It's strange that you need blood drops of chalcedony as a person who cultivates internal Qi. I was going to buy it for decoration, but I'll give it to you now that you like it!" Wang Zheng smiled and freely exuded an internal Qi. The young man felt Wang Zheng's strong internal Qi, and his face suddenly became very ugly. He thought he was embarrassing Wang Zheng, Who knows that in the end, he will pit himself.

Sitting on one side, Xue zhengzao had already smiled. The old man also smiled at the young man who made a fool of himself.